Part 20 (1/2)
”Not a place is sacred to him; Churchyards, where the flowers bloom; Gardens, drives, in fact the world is Just one mighty smoking room, And when once he quits this mundane sphere, And takes his outward flight, From the world he made a hades, Day he's turned to murky night.
”When he reaches his destination, Finds 'tis not a dream or hoax, And the Judge deals out his sentence,
Then I'll wager that he smokes; Oh, he'll care then whom he has vexed, And their mercy he'll invoke; But although he squirms and fidgets, They'll just let him smoke and smoke and smoke.”
CHAPTER XXI.
TRIP ON FALL RIVER STEAMBOAT, FROM BOSTON TO NEW YORK--OFFICERS TRIED TO LOCK ME IN MY STATE ROOM--SEQUEL SATISFACTORY, MADE PLEASANT TRIP AND MANY FRIENDS.
In the summer of 1903 I took a Fall River boat from Boston to New York. These boats are said to be the finest in the world. There was quite a commotion among the several hundred pa.s.sengers when I went aboard, and the door was blocked in the women's cabin to get a look at the Crazy Smasher from Kansas.
Men were smoking pipes, cigars and cigarettes. I said: ”Men, get away from the door with your smoke, you make me sick.” They paid no attention to me. I went to the clerk and complained of being compelled to submit to the outrage of being subject to the poisonous fumes, in such a manner as to attract the attention of all to the matter. The Clerk told me to be quiet and sit down. I said, ”I will, if I have a decent place to stay, why do you not have these men get away from the door?” But they were men, we were only women and children. Oh, the outrage on poor mothers in delicate condition, to be subject to such treatment by selfish, dirty men. I believe every one who smokes in a public place should be fined. If men will smoke or commit nuisance, let it be where others are not injured. I have no right to bring a skunk into any public place. People should be taught that others have the right to object to anything done that is wrong.
While I was still persisting in my request to the men to leave the door, I was shown my state room; to which there were two doors, one leading from the corridor and the other opening out next the water. The captain, accompanied by the First and Second mate appeared at the former, saying. ”Madam, you are to keep your room this evening.” I replied, while eating a sandwich, ”I do not feel like this, and neither will I.” Said he, ”I will see that you do” at the same time telling the officers to lock the doors. I said: ”You can lock the doors to restrain me of my liberty, but having paid my fare for the service of this company, I will tie up this boat, when we reach New York, and you will learn that I can turn a lock as well as yourself.” I saw his countenance change. Mr. Furlong, my manager, who was on the boat, and almost shaking with fear, began to make excuse for me, etc, etc, but I said, ”Never mind, Mr. Furlong, I can attend to this little captain and myself too.” He said no more. The three men walked out of the corridor, shutting the door after them, but did not lock it, in a few moments, they returned and opened both doors for fear I would think they were locked. This was about supper time.
When I finished my lunch, and, having put on a clean tie and fixed my hair, I took from my valise a lot of little hatchets and put them in a little leather case I carry by a strap over my shoulder. Thus equipped I entered the ladies cabin, where there were perhaps fifty people sitting. When I went in, they began to look at one another, some smiled, I knew they had heard of the captain trying to prevent my coming out. Taking my seat on a sofa in the middle of the room, I was listening to the lovely string band when some one came up and opened a conversation with me.
After a while I was quite surrounded and the cabin soon becoming crowded some one asked to see a little hatchet, so I opened my satchel to show them. One of the officers who had come to the State Room with the captain, had been standing near the stairway, and when he saw the people begin to press to me to get the hatchets, he came up saying, ”Madam, you are not allowed to sell these here.” I replied, ”You sell wine, beer, whiskey, tobacco, cigarettes and anything that will drug these people.
Now these are my own little souvenirs, and they will advertise my cause, help me, and be a little keep sake from the hand that raised the hatchet, so I claim the right to sell them, where you have no right to sell bad things.” He went up to see the captain, who said, ”I am too busy to fool with that woman.” So he came down, and called up Mr. Furlong, asking him to compell me to stop selling hatchets, but he told him he could not prevent Mrs. Nation doing anything she had set her head to. We had a nice time. I repeated poetry on the evils of drink and smoking, all were happy, and at ten o'clock, I bade good-night to many friends who regarded me not as the wild vicious woman, but one who meant well.
Next morning when we went ash.o.r.e in New York, and were identifying our baggage, a small man was pa.s.sing, Mr. Furlong remarked in an undertone, ”Our captain.” He had changed his uniform to go ash.o.r.e, and I had not recognized him. I extended my hand which he took, and I said, ”Captain, I know you were told I was a nuisance,” ”Yes, they said you would raise the devil, but if anyone thinks you are a fool they are very much mistaken.” We parted in a very pleasant humor. Thus it is, my life is a constant contention, but there have been many laughable circ.u.mstances and none hurt. I can truly say that there is no ill will in my heart toward a creature G.o.d has made, but it is a hatred for the enemy of mankind for I have an intense hatred for the enemies of those I intensely love.
CHAPTER XXII.
TRIP TO CANADA, CORDIAL RECEPTION--RETURN TO CHICAGO TO FILL ENGAGEMENT-- SECOND VISIT TO CANADA--TRIP TO MARITIME PROVINCES--VISIT CLUB IN CHARLOTTE TOWN--PREJUDICE AGAINST ME OWING TO MALICIOUS REPORTS--SPOKE IN PARLIAMENT IN FREDERICTON--VISIT TO SIDNEY-- SCOTT ACT--MY ARREST AND RELEASE--EPISODE IN JAIL.
Having a spare month in May of 1904 I made a trip to Canada, and never was so cordially received in my life, selling all the hatchets I had in three meetings.
I returned to fill a Chicago engagement of six weeks, which was made by my manager, with Mr. Houseman, one of the Editors of the Chicago Inter-Ocean, who owned a theatre with which a museum was connected.
Realizing that this would provide an excuse for the papers to lie about me, I wrote my manager if possible, to cancel the engagement. I was, however, persuaded to stay one week, with the result, that it was published all over the country that Carry A. Nation was in a Museum getting $300 a week just to be looked at, when in fact, I spoke in the theatre, not in the museum. I would not object to going into a museum or any place to bring my cause before the people, but resented the idea of being placed on exhibition.
As I had promised to return to Canada, I did so in the month of June, visiting the Maritime Provinces, where I was very much delighted with the people, finding in Prince Edward's Island the most intelligent and moral people, as a body, that I have ever met.
That Island has a Prohibition Law similar to Kansas, but the primier, Peters, told the former premier, Mr. Farguason, that the Club in Charlotte Town, the Capitol, had to be an exception to the prohibitive amendment or he would vote against and ruin it. This condition is similar in our own government-conspiracy and treason. I visited this club, strange that I should get in, G.o.d opened the way. It was fitted up like other drinking clubs, where men congregate together to act in a manner and talk of subjects they would be ashamed for their wives to see and hear. The back room was stacked with empties and imported liquors of different brands.
I went up into the parlor about nine o'clock in the morning, where I met one of these beer-swelled outlaws, I asked him, ”Will you object to answering some questions about this place.” His pompous and indignant reply was, ”No, I will do nothing of the kind.” I said, ”I will tell you some things about it. You are a set of traitors, you pose as being the elite, but you are criminals, shame on such villainy.” He held his paper up before his face. I had the satisfaction of telling him the truth in plain language, such men are well dressed, gold fobbed, diamond studded rummies that are more hateful than those behind the prison bars, their bodies a reeking ma.s.s of corruption.
Prince Edward's Island is a large farm, one hundred miles long, by forty broad. Can only be reached by boat. A very high grade of cheese, milk, b.u.t.ter, oats and turnips are raised there. Instead of weather-boarding the houses they have the sides s.h.i.+ngled. They have the nicest, small, fat horses, fine travelers.
On this, my second visit to Canada, the people did not receive me as cordially as before, owing to a report that I had been in a museum in Chicago on exhibition. In order to counteract this prejudice against me, I offered a reward of $50.00 for any one who had ever seen me in a museum or on exhibition, which had the desired effect. There are rum bought papers in Canada as there are in the States.
I was asked to speak in Parliament in Fredericton. There was a great laugh when I said that governments like fish stink worse at the head.
On my visit to Sydney, Cape Breton, I found that, although they have the Scott Act, which makes it a misdemeanor to sell intoxicants there are dives there just like in Kansas, the officers and political wire pullers defending them just in the same way.
I went into a vile den, the Belmont Hotel. There was a crowd gathered around the place. When I went out in front an officer came to me, saying, ”You will have to get off the street, you are collecting a crowd.”
I said, I am not disturbing anything, if you object to the crowd, disperse them, let me alone. He insisted, and so did I. He said nothing to the crowd no one was doing anything, but standing around when he walked up to me and arrested me in the King's name--Two got on either side of me and carried me to jail--When I was there, I found a young boy of about 14 or 15 years of age. I asked, ”Why are you here?” He began to cry bitterly, said, he was put in for calling names. ”Oh, if I had a father or mother to help me out, but they are dead, and I have no friends.”